Within the dark, unfathomable palace.
Xu Qing's figure darted about like a ghost. Every step carried the mysteries of the Formless Step, his body flickering in and out of sight, impossible to pin down.
In his hand, the Desolate Blood Spear gleamed with an eerie red light, streaked with crimson-black Nether Shadow that filled the entire underground space.
Every Mutated Creature in his path died.
With no ordinary people holding them back, the team immediately became decisive.
In just a short while, nearly every Mutated Creature underground had been slaughtered.
"You finally made it. Those things couldn't have held you up for that long, could they?!"
Ying Wuhen's voice carried a hint of surprise.
His sword light flowed like a dragon playing in water, complementing Xu Qing's Formless Step.
One attacked while the other defended, their coordination flawless as they forced the Mutated Creatures back step by step.
Yet the battle did not subside. Instead, it grew fiercer.
The Mutated Creatures throughout the Mountain Hollow seemed to sense the danger. They shrieked sharply as they broke free from their incubators.
Their bodies became even more frenzied, and some even began to mutate, growing more savage claws and scale armor.
The air was thick with blood and rot, while darkness and despair seemed ready to swallow them whole.
"We need to get out of here quickly. These creatures seem to be calling in reinforcements."
Xu Qing's voice was calm and decisive.
His gaze pierced the darkness, taking in everything around him.
In the distance, more shadows writhed in the dark.
It was as though the entire palace was answering some unknown summons, and an even greater crisis was brewing.
The corpses of countless Mutated Creatures were nearly filling the entire underground space.
"Everyone, follow me!"
Xu Qing once more circulated his